02.28.02
I enjoyed my most recent entry’s
writing style. I may bring back the parentheses man when I don’t feel
like doing a conversational tone in monologue.
Ha.
I have fifteenish minutes to kill before F period Physics starts. I was
planning on coming up to the computer lab to watch Office Space with the Tech
club, but there are teachers in here, so that festivity was sadly cancelled.
So I’m updating. Party on.
It’s still February – this makes two entries in one month. And
that’s not bad for the shortest month of the year. So nyah.
So I got into Last Pass Pern. I think I mentioned that. I got a job.
I don’t think I mentioned that. I’m working ::count:: fifteen and a
half hours this weekend. And I get paid next Friday. Do you have any
idea how cool that is? Well, me neither, but I’m excited about it.
I got to hang out with Pete for two hours last night for training (read:
hazing), etc, etc. I skipped doing math in favor of getting to bed early,
but I did get some good sleep.
Yeah, sleep. I’ve been existing on NyQuil for the past two weeks, and
it’s wonderful. I get in bed between ten and ten thirty, listen to
LoveLine, and am out by eleven. Wonderful. Then I get up at six
thirty, but it’s not so bad because I know that I’ll be asleep within
sixteen hours. Party.
I’m still sore from climbing on Tuesday, but I did some intense stuff. And
Becca got herself belay certified, so now we can climb together. Ideally, I’ll
have lots of time for climbing even tho I’m working there. We’ll see.
Hey, y’know what else is cool? Spring Break is in a week. Becca
and Morgan and I are going to Colorado to ski/snowboard/fall over/pick up guys,
and I couldn’t be more excited. Well, I probably could be, but I’m
not. So I’m using hyperbole to get my point across.
I’m also listening to music and trying to give the impression of doing real
(as oppsed to fake) work in the computer lab…so if my thoughts are random and
disjointed, blame the teachers and others who would impose all kinds of
productivity restrictions on me. For the love of Pete, I’ve been working
since nine this morning. It’s now quarter till one. We took a math
quiz, then I did a worksheet and worked on my homework for tomorrow. I almost
finished that homework in my study hall, then finished my English homework and
found a white tennis ball for the play. And yeah, I wrote a lengthy email
to the Junior Class folder, but at the same time, it was productive and
will probably spark controversy.
The sad thing is that that email was about the sport requirement and why I
don’t like it and how SCA should go…well, you get the idea. It’s a
silly thing, this requirement, and I object wholeheartedly. Yeah, I
technically don’t need to object, since between swimming and the plays, I have
no problem getting my two credits. The point is that it’s not right, and
I don’t like feeling pressured to swim because I need the credit.
Getting Varsity and the respect of my coach and teammates (not necessarily
connected) should be more important than getting a check on my report card that
says I’ve officially passed the eleventh grade.
I love touch-typing. I enjoy being able to type entire paper without once
looking at my fingers. It kinda lets me zone out while I’m typing; I’m
not actually reading what I’m writing as I type it. I hear the words in
my head, and that’s good enough. That means I should probably read this
over before I post it. It also makes for a much more
stream-of-consciousness entry.
I got an IM last night from someone in Fla who said she and (her?) friends
enjoyed my website and decided I’d get along well with them. I LOVE
hearing from people who’ve read my stuff, whether or not they agree with me
(hint, hint, etc.) and I’ve gotten several IMs in the past few months from
random people. It’s nice to think that a) someone actually takes me up
on my offer of my IM name (WatyrDragn) and b) that someone finds me worth their
time to talk to.
The bell just rang, thus signaling the end of my three-hour break and the
necessity for me to go to class and…do a lab. Party on.